Of all the things I've lost I miss my mind the most.
Mental wounds not healing, who and what's to blame. I'm going off the rails on a crazy train.
We're going off the rails on a crazy train.
People think I'm crazy, but I'm in demand.
I can see thru mountains watch me disappear, I can even touch the sky. Swallowing the colors of the sounds I hear, am I just a crazy guy? You bet.
I've been dictating to my son, who's helping me on his computer. I'm spending a lot of time doing research--I've just got up to 1971, when I went crazy and dived through the window. My life is so full of interesting stories...
There is something f-king unbelievable about seeing all of the fans go crazy and chanting 'Ozzy!' I would pay to see them..
The rest of the guys in Sabbath became boring old farts, and there I was, this crazy guy, still into wrecking hotel rooms and having parties.